The filth of our underlings
Shall never nourish me completely
Our knowledge is bending our brainwaves congealing
Force feed the piety that humans are bleeding
Silk purse from a sows ear is what I’m knitting
Nourishing off the fat of our rendering
Hail to our underlings
Our destinies embraced
Surrender unto abysmal weight
Hail to our underlings
Toiling away
Collapsing into a servile state
Mouth of komodo shall harbour our healing
Poisons the serum as our sores are revealing
Hang nerves out to dry to dampen the feeling
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A rumble in distance mechanical whine
So our lights can shine scrape off the epidermis
Robbing pillars equivalent to graves
Tear down the walls faces ripped from their jaws
Black damp inhalers
We incarcerate ourselves in clay filled veins
The hollow drain which echoes our pain
Their is no sweeter sound
Than the song of a dead canary
Sin Remover
Burn away slag
We bare silicosis the fruits of our perseverance
Bleeder entries are packed with intestines
Holds back the dream till it discharges like a gun
Sin Remover
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Condensed debris compressed into a world
Circling star cutting a path of disease
Serrating our future
Evolution disguised
Light years isolate our faces
A sentiment resounding through space
A malignant beacon flickering away
The universal pedigree of hate
An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace
We circle in silence
A magnet for violence
Our legacy a ballistic test
Of minute impact on the face of existence
Projecting polluted screams to the billions
Receiving the deserved magnificent silence
We are the fundamental components
Of our destruction
Nails raked down the chalkboard
Of universal dysfunction
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She’d be making love to music
Every time I came along
Her eyes wide open, she couldnt breathe
Raped and loved by her favorite song
Her face was pale, her skin unscarred
Legs embalmed like porcelain jars
All Gods cried out to hear her moan
Her angels died right on their thrones
Chorus:
Forever more, forever yours
I can’t control what I adore!
A war within this soul of mine
Under the penderosa pine
No living man could make her come
As music was the only one
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